Attentive And At Peace
A friend lays claim to the title, Ultimate Introvert, and offers as proof he deserves that appellation, “I even like to watch other people fish.”
As introverted as I am, that beats any claim I might have made on the title. I have never had an urge to watch other people fish. I do, however, like taking pictures of other people fishing.
I took the photo above many years ago in Cascais, Portugal, and the one below last year when capelin were roiling the surface of the sea in one of Newfoundland’s many coves.
Killing Fish And Holding On To Reality
Bert and I went to his family’s hunting and fishing cabin for a week of pursuing trout. The small stout cabin squats in a clearing, snuggled up next to a hillside, near the center of Pennsylvania’s Tioga State Forest. The center of the forest is the only thing that the cabin is near. We arrived late in the evening and went directly to bed. The next morning, early, after we cooked and ate breakfast, Bert said, “Are you ready to kill some fish?”
